From thickly-glittering spires the matin bell
Calling the woodman from his desert cell,
A summons to the sound of oars, that pass, Spotting
the steaming deeps, to early mass;
Slow swells the service o'er the water born,
While fill each pause the ringing woods of morn.
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.. like swallows' nests that cleave on high; 1815.]
[Variant 32:
1827.
While Evening's solemn bird melodious weeps,
Heard, by star-spotted bays, beneath the steeps;
Only in the editions of 1815 and 1820.]
[Variant 33:
1836.
--Thy lake, mid smoking woods, that blue and grey
Gleams, streaked or dappled, hid from morning's ray 1815.
As beautiful the flood where blue or grey
Dappled, or streaked, as hid from morning's ray. C.]
[Variant 34:
1836.
... to fold 1815.]
[Variant 35:
1836.
From thickly-glittering spires the matin bell
Calling the woodman from his desert cell,
A summons to the sound of oars, that pass, Spotting
the steaming deeps, to early mass;
Slow swells the service o'er the water born,
While fill each pause the ringing woods of morn.
1815.
Calls forth the woodman with its cheerful knell. C.]
[Variant 36: This couplet was first added in 1845.]
[Variant 37:
1845.
Farewell those forms that in thy noon-tide shade,
Rest, near their little plots of wheaten glade; 1820.
Ye lovely forms that in the noontide shade
Rest near their little plots of wheaten glade. C.]
